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This is the first time- in recent memory- when I’ve posted this blog with the extremely attentive help of a toddler (hell-bent on showing me each rattle in her sister’s collection) and a newborn (hell-bent on making me stare at her face for no urgent reason whatsoever).
Okay, that last issue is totally mine.
Maybe it’s the Norco, and maybe it’s the wild amount of cooking/cleaning/Mother Hen help I’ve been getting from my Mom (and my Dad and my husband…) but I think this Two Kid thing is absolutely neato.
Nora has gone from curiosity (“Is that Baby Sister Susenanna?”) to horror (“Do you want to hold the baby?” “Oh NOOOO.”) to pleasure at having a new baby doll on which to pile hats and scarves and shaky toys. Plus, I held The Little for most of the weekend, freeing P.J. up for pretty much anything The Big could ask of him. Like sitting still and holding her.
Susannah, for her part, is impossibly good. She’s mellow, happy as a clam to be held by anyone, and slept for two 4.5 hour stretches last night, waking for a paltry fifteen minute late night snack in between. I like her more than myself right now. I also have a minor obsession with her shock of pale yellow ducky hair. It is awesome and I will cry myself to sleep when it falls out.
Back to the sleep thing. For this kiddo, I had purchased a ridonkulously cheap (five dollars) co-sleeper that slides in bed between the two of us. It’s the greatest thing since sliced bread for so many reasons:
a) I am, at heart, a humongo hippie. (Sigh.)
b) The first 17 months of the pregnancy and ending fifteen months are still SO vivid in my mind that it’s kinda cool if Peej and I just high-five for a little while.
c) It sure beats the fright fest that was letting newborn Nora loll around between us in the middle of the night. Ah, first time parentude.
So, this co-sleeper business allows me the dual purpose of indulging my selfish desire to not get out of bed all night and the peace of mind that I won’t trample her in my sleep. Glorious. Plus, she sleeps exceptionally well in it, which would equal a tremendous amount of sleep for all of us if I were not afflicted with the twice-hourly desire to awaken, wondering a) why she’s sleeping so well and b) how she’s so goshdarn cute. ‘Cause seriously, it’s an issue.
We’ve also been having fun playing around with her nicknames- because, for real, how can you nickname someone before you’ve seen them laugh? And while we love the name Susannah, it’s an awfully big one for such a teensy brownie bite. (Also- I live to nickname.) Our standard has become Suzy (with a Z, not an Sie, because I want to keep her on her toes. Also, it looks cooler in print). But we’ve also been rocking the ‘Zuzu,’ because we apparently adore naming our children after Golden Era Cinema females. (Zuzu’s petals, anyone?) ‘Miss Mae’ has made an appearance, as has the hilariously sleep-deprived choice of ‘Shumai.’ I think Peej may have just been hungry, though.
And by the way? We love you. It’s unreal how wonderful people have been in terms of cards, messages, calls, flowers, food, and sweet offers to take Nora places.
And these aren’t even from people who gave birth to me.
(Not entirely, anyway.)
It’s fabulous, and would make me feel warm and fuzzy even without the post-op drugs.
Really.
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